Ah Summer... That brief time when one's mind wanders back to simpler times of sea, sex and 3D6. When I say I live and breathe gaming, I genuinely mean it. I go to sleep thinking about figures and I wake up thinking about them, after often dreaming of games. It's an equitable life imdeed, and has always been thus, since those tentative toe-dips into the hobby, so very long ago. The Summer holidays were great. We didn't worry about 'extreme' heat, there was plenty of Kia-Ora on ice in the fridge and my parents had a long and well kept back garden, on which I and similarly mgalomaniacal friend would play vast games of 1st and 2nd ed WHFB from 10AM until 5PM, in an unending war. The size of the garden meant that we could use war machines to full effect, and I remember fondly how we wrote rules for the prolonged death spins of large flying creatures, most memorably resulting in a dying dragon spending 8 turns spiralling around the garden before fortuitously crashing to ...